Frutal Del Amor

Had skin full of Sundays
the woman I loved
Dreams had the age of a question
for the woman I loved

She arrived fluttering at my window
Her song became mine
and the rustle of her wings
So she could love me freely
my heart filled
with spikes and wheat
Fruity love
lovingly sweet, love.

But, my way of loving her
grew so much
that I felt her in my cage, prisoner
and my skin was filled
with nightly startles
Until one morning
I woke up without her laughter and song
only a goodbye drawn on her wings
The woman I loved
left my hope smelling of feathers.

And her slightly open hands
letting the sand escape
and my skin would slightly open
letting the sorrow escape
And her trembling body
made musical the complaint
of the marvelous world
that gave me and doesn't let me go

I wanted to love her freely
like the tree and the breeze love each other
I wanted to make a shirt out of her skin
for all this cold
for all of life
without my affection.

The woman I loved
I didn't recognize upon her return
after a long, old
where there wasn't a May
without the two blue roses of her eyes
without her hands,
The woman I loved
left my hope smelling of feathers.

Until one day
(I don't know if it was the breeze
or the terrifying pounding of my rage)
that made my window close
forever, because of the woman I loved
Fruity love, lovingly sweet, love.